Forget the fancy crap! We’re dragging time backward to the age when punk wasn’t polite, and spitting wasn’t a sign of respect. If you miss that feeling—or you’ve got a perverse fascination with cultural degeneracy—this is where you belong!
The musical terror brigade that’ll make it worth getting filthy:
DEAD LINE (CH) For the first time ever tearing up Hungarian stages — melodic, apocalyptic punk rock from these silver foxes of chaos. Don’t miss it, because you’ll be the only one among your friends who can brag about having seen them live!
ZSETON PITYU AND THE CASH Sharp rhymes that preach, mock, and slap you in the face at the same time. They’ll twist your favorite punk anthems into their own rough-edged image.
FUDGEPECKERS An “amateur hobby band”? Yeah, right. More like the Ramones resurrected, gone off the rails, and cursing in Hungarian between songs. So much energy you’ll end up screaming, “Gabba Gabba Hey!” before you know it.
And if you’re still standing after all that... A wannabe selector-hipster will dust off some old, scratched CDs and blast the golden age of punk straight into your ears. Quality? CD. Feeling? Chaos.
So — is punk dead? Or is your generation just boring? Come prove your point. Be your own filthier, yesterday’s version of yourself!
- Small Hall
- November 15, 2025
